As soon as she sat in the car, she resumed masturbating, in part as pain relief, in part as a way to forget about the shame of being tattooed like a trashy tramp. Yes, they were small. Still, she could imagine people losing respect at the sight of her cheap tattoos. What if her mother saw them? A teacher? With each stroke, the humiliating scenarios she was playing in her head seemed to make her clit harder and harder. The line blurred: was she masturbating as a way to relieve her shame or was it fueled by it?

She got closer and closer, closer and closer to a release that seemed impossible to reach.

 

"Try this", said Kessler, pushing a small box into her lap.

Her heart raced upon seeing the description on the slick packaging: "Remote Control Silicone Love Egg Hypoallergenic Waterproof with Multiple Vibration Modes."

 

She tore away the packaging, revealing a short lonely usb cable and, more importantly, two pink eggs: one was the remote, the other the vibrator. She took the vibrator out. The soft, silky smooth skin made it feel premium. A discreet string loop was attached to it. She considered it curiously. So, some girls would walk around in public with this inside them? A part of her was disgusted at the thought of inserting it. How could she do that? It was a foreign object. She had never been comfortable with the idea of penetration. The last time something had entered her down there was with her ex-boyfriend. Even during her periods, she only used pads. And, when she masturbated, she always kept her fingers on the outside. Still, another part of her was ravenously curious. Her pussy longed for the same kind of satisfaction the Hitachi wand gave her. And it seemed small, soft, almost inoffensive.

She turned her attention toward the remote, which had the same texture on one side and metal on the other and 3 buttons: on/off, plus and minus. She pressed the "on" button. Nothing happened. She pressed again, longer this time, and suddenly the egg came alive, moving almost imperceptibly. Curious, she pressed the "plus" button several times, until it was vibrating more intensely, although the buzzing was almost inaudible.

She looked at her teacher, who said, keeping his head on the road:

"Try it over your panties."

 

That was all she'd been waiting for. She pushed it against her clit, eager to experience the same pleasure she had learned to crave from the Hitachi wand. It wasn't the same, because the egg was smaller and trickier to adjust, but it wasn't bad. She pressed the plus button multiple times, hoping to get a stronger feeling, and she did, however not enough to quite satisfy her. Nevertheless, it was still pleasurable and she enjoyed it for a few minutes, before he interrupted her:

"Stop. Charge it a bit more first. You will have to use your hands for now."

 

Disappointed, she opened the small gap in the egg to plug the USB cable in and connected it to the dashboard to let it charge.

 

The trip was long, as Kessler wanted to go to the neighboring city, and Lucy spent it alternately gently rubbing her pussy and sleeping, as porn was playing loudly, invading her dreams, twisting them into a mix of shame, fear, submission and dirty pleasure.

In her dream, she was walking in a green, windy meadow, under a warm spring sun, among the birds singing loudly, her long dress caressing her bare thighs...

She was jolted awake. He had his hand on her leg.

 

"It should be charged now", he said, matter-of-factly.

 

Half-awake, she needed a few seconds to get the message. She unplugged the toy and used the remote control to switch it on again. Just above the USB port sat her phone, displaying an orgy. She understood the birds from her dreams were the screams of the sluts getting fucked on the screen.

She moved the egg down on her panties and was startled by the jolt of bliss, the pleasure coming from the vibrating toy, as she rubbed it on her clit, then up and down her slit...

 

"Put it under..." muttered Kessler.

 

She obeyed, giving him a moan in immediate approval. It felt ten times better without the lacy fabric, gliding smoothly, sensually, delicately on her warm, wet flesh.

 

Then, he gave her the order she feared the most:

"Put it inside."

 

But, in her new horny, clouded mind, it didn't seem so dirty. It seemed logical, it seemed evident. The toy slipped inside effortlessly, with barely any resistance. Thankfully, the pull cord stayed outside by itself because she hadn't thought about it at all.

 

Once inside, the feeling changed. The pleasure was less sharp, more diffuse, deeper, diffusing into her whole body. Her pelvis contracted deliciously, again, and again. She noticed she was screaming, her voice mixing with the pornstars' moans playing on her phone, and had to lower the setting on the remote because the pleasure was too much to bear.

 

"Good. Give me the remote now.", he said, holding out his hand.

 

To her relief, he lowered the vibration even more. Tentatively, she moved her hand between her legs again, trying to combine both forms of stimulation. She could barely touch herself, each time she tried the bliss was so intense she couldn't continue.

 

"We've arrived.", he announced and stopped the toy completely.

 

They were parked near a large mall. It was a typical, busy Saturday, though the crowd was already starting to dwindle as evening approached.

 

"Do you have an earpiece?", he asked.

"Like, yes daddy.", she answered obediently, puzzled. She forced herself to add a giggle, just in case.

 

Her teacher had a special mission for her: go shopping for new shoes while wearing the egg, all while he listened to everything she did. He gave her a small wad of cash.

 

It seemed entirely doable to Lucy, right up until she opened the door and got out of the car. Standing there, in the late afternoon, as shoppers walked past her, made it real. She forced herself to step toward the building, the dull throb of her fresh tattoos and piercing reminding her of their existence.

 

Her teacher, walking behind her, guided her toward the shoe store. Speaking into his hands-free headset, he told her what she needed to buy: a new pair of sandals, higher and steeper than her current ones. No platforms.

 

She sighed. Just get in, buy the shoes, come back. Get another gift she would never wear and sell later. It was going to be easy, right? Wrong. 

 

Buying it was the easy part. The hard part was that the club instructions had made a surprise comeback: he wanted her to give a compliment to, and fish one from, a male sales assistant.

 

She had reached the store, the air conditioning cold on her arms left exposed as she was wearing a short-sleeved white tee shirt, long enough to cover the top of her gauze pads.

 

"This clerk. Touch him to get his attention.", crackled through the earbuds.

 

It was an unremarkable guy in his mid-twenties, similar to a lot of students in her school. He was serving a family that seemed to be about to finish. She extended an arm and put her hand on his shoulder. It was weird to touch a complete stranger. He seemed muscular.

 

"Like, hiii...", she said shyly as he turned toward her.

 

His eyes darted back on forth on her bare legs but it was so fast Lucy wondered if she imagined it.

"Hello? Do you need help with something?", he said very professionally.

 

"Play with your hair.", she heard Kessler say. She complied, grabbing a strand of hair with her left hand.

 

"Like, yes..."

 

The like was coming easily, but not the rest. Her teacher reminded her to uptalk.

 

"I'm looking for, like, you know, shooees?", she said, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

 

 

"Sure, let me wrap this up and I'm with you in a few minutes alright? Feel free to browse in the meantime."

 

Another new instruction came through: "Mouth open." She immediately opened her jaw, not really sure of what she was supposed to do.

She nodded and the clerk went off to finalize the sale.

 

Kessler explained: "From now on, when people are talking to you, keep your mouth open. Generally, keep it open. It's very sexy."

 

Another rule. She wasn't sure she could memorize all of them, but was sure more of them were coming. She moved along the racks, totally disorganized at the end of this busy Saturday, toward the high heels section. She was a bit disappointed by the prices, a lot lower than in the other shop. She wondered if she could keep some of the cash she had been given. She entered deeper into the alleys, trying to find heels that would please her tormentor and make this little game end as quickly as possible. One pair seemed promising:  black high heels sandals with 4-inch heels, open square toe, 2 very thin strips of leather, one over the toes and the other around the ankle, secured with a small golden buckle. It was appropriate, not slutty at all. "That means he won't like it", she thought. She looked for something sluttier. A bit further down the aisle were bold, red leather sandals, with an arch a lot more daring. The heel was 4.3 inches. The straps, also thin, were more complicated, with a crossover pattern that snaked symmetrically across the bridge of her foot. The heel was dangerously high and thin. It was a party heel, something a bit crazy you would wear once a year, at most. She tried to imagine wearing that at school, the sole clacking on the tiles, male students turning their heads to see from where the sound was coming from...

The idea excited her a lot. It wouldn't be a fashion faux pas this time. A girl voluntarily choosing to wear this glossy, ruby shade, would be a girl that wanted people to look at her, to desire her... she squeezed her thighs together, realizing only now the egg was gently vibrating between them. No wonder she was getting horny. She grabbed one rack to support herself and squeezed again. The vibration intensified, as if to reward her. Her breath snagged, her body started to curl, as she wanted to disappear, swallowed whole by the pleasure, disappear behind this rack. She couldn't do anything too obvious, because there were a few people around her, at least three women, one a bit further in the same aisle, two others on the other side of the shoe wall... Lucy desperately wanted to reach under her skirt, rub her pussy, especially now as the pleasure was growing stronger, and stronger, and stronger... it was feeling so good she had to put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from moaning.

 

"Everything ok miss?"

 

She turned, startled, and faced the clerk, who was now ready to take care of her. She could read concern in his eyes.

 

"Do... do you need the bathroom?"

 

"Hhh... Like... N-no...", she managed to answer. The vibrations stopped.

 

"Are you sure?", he asked again.

 

She looked spaced out. Her gaze was toward his face but she wasn't looking at him. She tried to remember all the steps: first, she opened her mouth, then, she toyed with a strand of her hair, and, lastly, she let out a loud, perfectly vacant giggle. Since she had to give him a compliment, that was the perfect moment.

 

"Omg, you're like, soooo nice!"

 

There. She also had to fish for one, but reasoned it would be easy once she tried the shoes.

 

"Oh, uh, no problem.", answered the sales assistant, turning red. "So, uh, what are you looking for?"

 

"Like, I like, like theeese.", she answered, pointing toward the red pair of shoes. "Like, they are, totally cute?"

 

"Do you want to try them? What's your size?", he asked.

 

She couldn't! It was definitely too much.

 

"Like, do you have something similar in black?"

He confirmed, asked again for her size and asked her to sit on a bench in the main alley as he went to grab a few boxes.

 

As soon as he left, the vibration resumed, strong, deep, intensely pleasurable. She craved the sweet sweet release of an orgasm. It got even stronger, the strongest it ever been. For a few seconds she stayed here, head up, mouth agape, eyes half closed, riding the edge, her right hand pressing the bottom of her belly. She wasn't masturbating. She was only relieving herself by pressing her pubic bone. Still, for any customer that would look in her direction, the difference wouldn't be obvious. Lucy was almost masturbating in public, in the store.

But, quickly, she regained her senses, remembering where she was, wondering if people could notice what was going on.

She bent down tentatively, her fresh navel ring and tattoos stinging. Much to her embarrassment, the buzzing of the vibrating egg was, according to her, audible, even over the shop music. She could only hope the clerk wouldn't notice. But she was just paranoid.

He came back as she was leaning back, exposing her panties. He tried his best not to look up her skirt but failed.

 

"M-miss?"

 

She straightened up, and thankfully the buzzing subsided.

 

He got a shoe out of a box and invited her to try. Mortified, Lucy realized she had spent several minutes basically enjoying her pussy being played with, when she was supposed to remove her own shoes. So she quickly removed both her sandals, flashing her green panties in the process. She wanted so much to run a finger along her slit... maybe she could try to do that, "accidentally", as she tried new shoes?

She didn't dare, and tried several pairs until she found one comfortable and, more importantly, slutty enough.

The buzzing stayed low but never stopped, and each time she would change shoes under the gaze of the male clerk, each time flashing him more and more, like a challenge she was issuing him. Can't you see I'm horny? Can't you see I need someone to take care of me?, she pleaded unconsciously, silently. His lack of reaction frustrated her.

 

She settled on a pair of black leather sandals, with asymmetrical straps binding her feet tightly on top of a 4.3-inch heel.

 

As she went to remove them, she remembered the second part of her mission and asked, twirling her hair:

"Like, do you think I'm, like, hot with these?"

 

It wasn't the kind of question she would ever ask, but still, when the sales assistant confirmed, visibly flustered, that yes, she was hot, she genuinely enjoyed it.

 

She moved toward the counter to pay. It was a bit weird to handle so much in cash. Weird but definitely pleasant.

 

"Put the new shoes back on. Then meet me outside."

 

Still in the shop, she sat on a bench near the exit and switched to wear the heels she had just bought. She vaguely tried not to flash anyone but was clearly less and less bothered by it, her sense of modesty eroded by Sarah and Kessler's exercises. She didn't WANT to expose her panties, but if she did, it wasn't a big deal anymore. She was trying to switch shoes as fast as she could, and her miniskirt wasn't so short (especially compared to the minidress she had been forced to wear), and she had more pressing problems, like the egg gently vibrating inside her. Nobody would die if they saw her underwear for half a second, she reasoned.

 

She tottered back to her teacher who was already moving to the mall exit. He walked much faster than her, though not by much. The problem was her own pace, sluggish, wobbling on the hard floor. After an eternity, she reached the parking lot, where it got even harder. Every little bit of gravel felt like a dangerous trap, a chance to twist her ankle, so she proceeded slowly, even slower than before. The distance to the car wasn't decreasing so she tried to walk on her toes, shifting all her weight forward, but almost fell several times. She switched tactic and walked even slower, her thin naked legs shaking.

Until, to her relief, she saw the grey sedan approach her. She jumped in with gratitude.

 

"Thank you!", she said automatically, before remembering how she was supposed to talk, "like, for totally picking me up?"

 

"You're welcome. Do you like your new shoes?", he said sternly.

 

"Omg yes daddy?! They are like, totally fabulous?", she answered, cringing inwardly.

 

"I'm surprised you have so much trouble walking in them. Are you training at home with the wedge slippers?"

 

She wasn't. They already had been sold.

 

"N-not really."

 

"Why not?", he probed.

 

She reasoned she couldn't lie. He was definitely suspicious of something.

 

"I... I sold them."

 

"What?", he said, clearly taken aback. She didn't answer, ashamed.

 

"I'm giving you thoughtful presents and you just sell them...", he muttered. "Why did you do that?"

 

-I... I needed the money.", she answered truthfully, shedding her bimbo persona.

 

"Don't you have a grant?"

 

Lucy was a bit shocked he was so well informed. She wondered why, maybe he had been obsessed with her for months?

Still, she needed to answer:

 

"The grant was temporarily suspended.

-Suspended?

-Yes. For a check.

-Hmm. Weird. Is that why you did porn?"

 

She wanted to scream she didn't do any porn, just some naked pictures. But she simply nodded.

 

"The only job you managed to find..?", he asked.

 

"It's just... my... roommate... introduced me to this photographer and... well.."

For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to mention Sarah was her landlady.

 

"I see. This roommate is also doing porn?

-Yes... sort of.

-What do you mean?

-She mostly does, like, camming, and, also, she strips.

-Mmm. A wonderful role model. What's her name?

-S-Sarah."

 

He drove quietly for several minutes. Lucy's anxiety was through the roof. They weren't playing any game now, she was exposing her whole truth to her teacher, even giving Sarah's name.

 

Finally, he broke the silence:

"In any case, I don't want you to sell what I buy you. I want to see it on you. You will create an Instagram account and model your outfits every day. Is that clear?

-Y-yes." She could already imagine it. Propping her phone against the wall, pivoting, showing her footwear. She saw enough "outfit of the day" videos to understand what he wanted. She could do it.

 

"I also don't want you to do porn anymore.", he added. She was surprised. It's not like she planned to do more porn, but that was going against what he pushed her to do, wasn't it? Being a slut, being promiscuous... she didn't get it.

 

"You can find a job, ideally a job where you can show your slutty side. But no more porn.

-I... I don't get it.", she said sincerely, on the verge of crying. "I don't get what you want me to do. And I couldn't find any other job."

 

He stayed quiet a few minutes more, before offering a solution:

 

"How about that club where this roommate of yours strips, do they hire waitresses?"

 

They do. She remembered Sarah offering her a job there.

 

"Yes.

-Then do that."

 

She took a deep breath. Yes. It was only waitressing. It would actually be a lot less risky than camming or posing nude. Still, the dam finally broke, a flood of tears streaming down her face.  Hours had passed since she had swallowed the pill from Leena and the comedown was beginning to show. Lucy sobbed audibly.

 

"What now?", he asked, visibly annoyed.

 

She didn't know herself why she was crying like that.

"I... I don't get it... I don't get what you want.", she answered.

 

In a sudden inspiration, she tried to exploit her own distress, wailing in hopes of appealing to his humanity, trying to get to him like she had outside the club.

"Why... why are you doing this to meee?", she asked, in her most tragically tearful voice.

 

He smirked. He didn't seem to buy it.

 

"You know why.

-I don't know why.

-Yes you know.

-I DON'T KNOW WHY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT."

 

She was screaming now, half out of genuine distress, half out of anger that her act had failed.

 

He didn't answer, but drove the car off the main road, stopping in a deserted rest area.

 

Lucy was quiet, waiting for his next move.

 

"Are you done?", he asked.

 

She nodded. His hands were free now so she feared he would become violent. Still, she was a lot less afraid of him than in the beginning. What would he do? Spank her? A small part of her welcomed this prospect.

 

"Are you done?!", he repeated with more insistence.

 

She answered ironically, in her own voice, the valley-girl vocabulary clashing defiantly against it:

"Like, yes, daddy, I am, like, totally done."

 

He chuckled. Then he said something surprising:

"I want you to succeed, Lucy."

 

She gasped and reacted immediately:

"Succeed?! Succeed at what? At being a slut?

-Yes. And succeed at school."

 

She was stunned by his answer. What kind of nonsense was he saying...?

 

"A ruined girl is worthless to me. I want you to graduate. As a slut. My slut. Porn is out of the question."

 

He paused, before asking:

"Think. You are a business student. What happens to my position if you fail your year?"

 

She thought about it. Slowly, the pieces fell into place. If she flunked out of school, the leverage he held over her with those good grades vanished. He would lose the carrot. And if she plainly embraced a pornstar career, his threat of exposing her secrets became completely toothless. He would lose the stick.

 

Indeed, he needed her to stay in school and have good grades. Their goals converged.

 

So, maybe it was in her own interest to continue following his little perverted games. She didn't need to wail and cry. She had been unreasonable.

 

"I see you understand. Good.", he said, looking back at some trees in the distance.

 

"You'll graduate. I've had other girls, you know. All have graduated and are now working in good corporate jobs, in high-end firms that appreciate... beautiful, talented and... accommodating young professionals. Like you."

 

He looked at her. She stayed silent, stunned by the sudden revelation.

 

"Under my tutelage, through my network, they got the high-paying jobs they wanted. I can introduce you to some of them."

 

"But you... you're blackmailing me! I don't want that!", she wanted to scream. She didn't.

 

"You're not destined to become another soulless corporate drone. That is not what you are. I'm a teacher. I identify potential and I develop it."

 

Lucy's eyes widened, her forehead creasing. She realized Kessler was really convinced she was a slut, that he really thought he'd stumbled upon another slutty student and he wanted to "help" her. Maybe that idiot really thought she had a bodycount of over one hundred people! "Except, I'm not a slut", she thought, half convinced, her latest performance in the shoe store coming back to her mind.

 

He added:

"I'll give you all the tools you need to climb to the top. Some glamour shots won't hinder you. On the contrary."

 

Really?, she thought. Sure, the nude photos were bad, but not that bad, buried on some members-only site and they didn't have her name anymore (well... she made a mental note to double check). This part she understood. But she didn't get at all how posing nude would *help* her get a good corporate job. He continued before she could ask.

 

"A club is the perfect place to learn the skills you'll need. Full-on porn is not. I do not want it. You do not want it. We want the same thing, Lucy. Don't we?"

 

She thought about it. Maybe she could get out of this mess right now. Say it was all a misunderstanding, that she wasn't the kind of girl he thought she was. He'd seen her pose naked, work as a cam girl, dress like a tramp on campus, and so he naturally thought she was a slut but...but... she wasn't really. She had been forced somehow. She needed to explain the truth.

 

She opened her mouth to disabuse him of the notion. But...

 

But what about the free clothes, the breast implants... and... the rush she felt whenever he dominated her... maybe she could put an end to this later.

 

Once she got everything she wanted out of him.

 

She parted her lips and reached for a strand of hair. This time, she used the correct voice:

"Like, yes, daddy..."

 

He smiled, started the car and drove toward a clothing store.

 

The staff was all female. But it was still a chance to practice, so he encouraged her to speak in her valley girl voice. She bought a few crop-tops and new miniskirts.

 

The last stop was the same lingerie store as before, where he got her thong and g-string panties.

 

She got home a bit after 8PM. To her relief, Sarah was nowhere to be seen. Lucy didn't have the energy to face her freaking out again.

After a quick dinner, she removed the gauze pads and cleaned as she had been instructed. She couldn't believe she had gotten a piercing and, above all, tattoos.

 

Once the areas cleaned, she decided she had to train, so got the enormous dildo out of her bedroom and stuck it on mirror in the entryway.

 

She posed in front of the glass, wearing only a tee shirt and her green panties. Driven by a sudden inspiration, she reached the shoe rack on her right to get her new high heels and put them on. Dressed like that, with her full (padded) bra, her tee shirt too short to cover her exposed panties, her long, pale legs firmly planted in the towering heels, she looked like a proper porn whore.

She struck a pose, popping her hip, pulling her top slightly up, showcasing her tattooed star. The fake phallus on the mirror was pointing toward her, as if it liked what it was seeing.

 

"Like...", she started, her high pitch voice echoing in the empty apartment. She didn't know what to say.

 

She tried again:

"Ooooh.... it's like, someone is like totally happy to see me!?"

 

She giggled.

 

"Omg mister, do you want me to like, take care of it?!"

 

The plastic cock didn't answer.

 

She tried to kneel gracefully. The attempt was clunky, very awkward in such high heels. A sudden thought flashed through her mind: "Good thing I'm practicing.", immediately chased by another "why am I thinking that?!".

In the process, she squatted, flashing her panties. She thought she looked ridiculous, but some instinct murmured that men would appreciate.

 

Once on her knees, her right hand reached between her thighs to rub her pussy.

The vibrator egg was back with Kessler, sadly. She hesitated to get up and get her Hitachi wand but decided against it, because it wasn't easy wearing those heels. Another faint thought: "I won't have the wand when I do it for real."

 

Dropping even lower, back arched, tilting her head up, she ran her tongue against she underside of the shaft, pretending to look up into the eyes of some imaginary man. She gave him a long, pornographic moan, as if she was tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

Then, she got down to business, pushing her tongue out and keeping it flat, engulfing the head. Her jaw was hurting, trying to fit in the wide girth without touching it with her teeth. She forced herself to go lower, lower, and lower... until her gag reflex kicked in. It was a lot weaker than before, so she focused, fighting the urge to cough, because if she did, she knew it would be over. She froze a few seconds in this position, eyes watering, swallowing and breathing through her nose as Leena taught her.

"Relax", she thought, "I need to relax."

She caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked like any of those girls she saw in porn, her skin crimson, her eyes puffed and red, her forehead wrinkled, her mouth stretched to the limit, begging silently to stop. But she pushed through, forcing herself further, as her stomach spasmed, the silicone hurting her throat, filling her gullet tight, making it impossible to breathe, until, finally, the pressure became unbearable.

She immediately moved away from it, feeling as though she were somehow puking up inches of thick plastic while the fake cock was expelled from her throat. Long filaments of saliva splashed on the floor as she retched. She tried to say something but her aching throat wouldn't let her form any words, so she giggled. She didn't manage to swallow it all, but definitely went further than ever before.

The flushed, teary-eyed girl wearing ruined mascara in the mirror was smiling back at her, undeniably proud of what she had accomplished.